Feeling a bit embarrassed, knowing the other guys were watching and knowing they were next, I spread my legs letting his hand slid up my leg and over ...y crotch, His finger snaked inside of my teddy darting in and out of my very moist hole then began flicking over my clit, bringing me to the point I've waited for all night, ORGASM, and I wanted him to make me cum. I was moaning and panting continuous as his finger worked on my love bud, saying, Oh God Yes, Don't Stop, I'm Gonna cum, my body. He asked me how did u get this ass so big. I said use it man don’t talk. He slapped it and started rimming it. He was using his tongue to lose my ass hole. He used his lips to make a big swallow kiss which was making me crazier. He started biting my nipples. I was kissing his shaved armpits. What a feel. I want to fuck u my dear were his words. I said y not but we had no condom. He said its ok and even I was so that I said ok to his words.He kissed me badly; bite my lips, ears, neck, nipples. ? As the time approached, she had spent as much time in the lubricious contemplation of their meeting as in anguish at whether it possibly could satisfy the inflated expectations of either. What could they do? What would they want to do? They would have ample opportunity, but how could they realize that? In the days leading up to their meeting, she had spent so many hours in solitary enjoyment of their experiences. Long showers when the slippery soap seemed to linger over certain areas as if in. " "Why are you telling me these stories?" Mom asked sounding very upset. I could see tears in her eyes, and the quivering in her voice. And I suspected that she didn't disbelieve Dad's story as much as she said she did. It would explain why he was good at helping her choose clothes and was always considerate and understanding of her. Almost as if he knew what it was like to be a woman. I shook my head. It just wasn't possible. My Dad was a woman? When I looked down at myself, I thought that.